On this first day of a new year, I am going to follow up my own advice, and instead of tallying up my net worth, I’m going to tally up my happiness.
The van is running. The van, as far as I can tell, is running well. The van just took me 450 miles. Also? The van has four tires less than a year old.
I laugh a lot. I have friends who make me laugh, and I make my own self laugh. I see lots of humor in the world.
I pretty much go where I want and do what I want. I get to see things I’ve never seen before and revisit places I love.
Nobody’s yelling at me.
I have stacks and stacks of books to read. I probably have six months of reading stashed in bins and tubs. I love reading. I love, love, love reading, so having books on hand makes me feel secure.
My camera takes nice photos.
I live in a cozy, colorful environment. (The interior of my vanhome is basically an art installation.)
I’m healthy. I get myself out of bed in the morning without too much trouble. I can walk and bend and bike and reach and skip. I can breathe. My teeth don’t hurt, and I’m not having frequent headaches. Overall, this earthly container of mine is doing just fine.
It’s January, and I’m warm.
I have friends in fourteen different states. I have friends who invite me to stay with them. I have friends who miss me when I am gone. I have friends who love me.
There are dollars in my pocket.
My laptop allows me to access the internet, which lets me find jobs and stay in touch with friends and learn new things and connect with people all over world.
I didn’t lose anyone I love in 2015.
I am creative and imaginative. I can use my hands to create jewelry and hats and collages.
I spent over 5 months living with and teaching others about giant sequoias.
I can listen to music when I drive.
I’ve got plenty of clothes to wear. Most of them cost about $1. Most of them are bright and colorful.
My blog looks really, really good.
People read what I write.
I have a good life.